southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"It would've been a shame to let it go to waste," Danta agrees, leaning an elbow on the table so he can peer over the balcony a little, the dying rays of light catching in his hair and on his jewellery, engagement ring included. "You'd never catch a view like this at Jack Tar, much as I do love the place," he adds with a light laugh. No, Jack Tar Landing is for dramatic rainy days and cozying up with good food and a fire, and it's got its own rugged charms.

Torchline, though, truly is a jewel in Caido's south.

Smiling in satisfaction when Asta approves of his remarks - as he well should, since they are basically his own - Danta glances over towards the waiter the butcher summons over. He's always quietly charmed to watch the other man at work when he's in his element, whether that's efficient violence or wining and dining at a fancy restaurant, ordering his own entree of filet mignon and lobster tail with a side of buttery scallops when it's time.

Surrendering his menu and returning his attention to his fiancé (a term he'll have to get used to), his answer to Asta's question is immediate and perhaps a little shy. "It can wait until tomorrow, if that's all the same to you?" he murmurs. "It isn't that I'm not excited to share the news, I just..." He shrugs helplessly. It's a myriad of reasons, truly, but he also shamelessly wants Asta to himself tonight.

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash